Average height, slight of build, but lithe. Dirty blonde short-cropped hair, a disproportionate mouth, set a bit too wide, and small jaundiced eyes. His arms and most of his body and face are covered by literally hundreds of tiny (and a few no so tiny) fine scars, like white pine needles, obvious, but unobtrusive.

Background

Kiph has no idea where he was born, and remembers little of his formative years, until his capture, when he was fifteen years old. Whether or not this memory loss was self-imposed, his own way of coping with his torment and anguish from some deeply seeded pain, or the degenerate effects of the many vile experiments and torture performed and conducted on his person by his oppressors, is impossible to determine, even for Kiph.

For five long years, Kiph was a prisoner of a mysterious group, known only as the Last Gambit. Kiph has likewise little memory of this time, his mind, body and nerves mostly in degenerate shock from the experience, until his even more mysterious escape, and his salvation at the hands of a Fatebringer, who found Kiph, near death, face down in the dirt, when he accidentally came upon him, and saved the now young man from a merciful death.

Now twenty, Kiph went with the nomads and learned their ways, even embracing them, and in turn adopted by the Fatebringer’s allies. Though somewhat lacking in several virtues these people held dear, one virtue was not lost upon Kiph…secrecy. That was a trait and lifestyle Kiph could embrace, as he would attempt to nurse his scar-covered body and ravaged mind back to health. It was due to this trait if no other, that Kiph was taken to the “special place” by his Fatebringer savior and showed the secrets of the society. Once again Kiph embraced the ways of his new chosen family, and studied and learned under his new master, the red-robed man.

PoisonAlchemist: Man Muro, you boost my confidence and then you just go crush it with a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.Pariah: Don't tell him things like that, if his head gets any bigger he'll float off like a weather ballon :p

I forgot to mention, that his blood, the life-force pumping through his ragged veins, is poisonous. Kiph can for example, cut himself, coat a projectile with his red liquor, and fling it ninja-style at say, a Last Gambit scientist's throat. His blood is the equivalent of black mamba venom. With no known antidote.

PoisonAlchemist: Man Muro, you boost my confidence and then you just go crush it with a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.Pariah: Don't tell him things like that, if his head gets any bigger he'll float off like a weather ballon :p